When I brought my firstborn home from the hospital, I taped
a poster next to the changing table that had visual instructions of how to
change a diaper, how to give a bath, how to take care of the umbilical
cord. For the next few weeks, every
single time I had to do one of those things I would study that poster as if it
held the secrets of the universe.

When my first born was a few months old, he stubbed his toe,
jumping in a jumping chair. I bawled my
eyes out. I was devastated with his
little injury.

Forward 21 years—I was preparing to teach a class, (for a
homeschool co-op), my husband was home from work, and Sean, our sixteen-year-old
was leaving to go for a bike ride. Sean
wanted to be a bike racer, and frequently went on training bike rides.

My husband is a…